Just as Andrew was wrestling with his decision, Francesca called. "Andrew, we have a critical patient at the hospital who needs your personal attention. Can you come now?"

"I'll be right there," Andrew responded, then turned to Natasha. "You heard that. I need to get to Jayrodale General Hospital right away."

"Does it have to be so urgent?" Natasha asked, clearly frustrated.

"Of course it's urgent. It's a medical emergency," Andrew said hastily, as Natasha began to undress.

She purred. "Ten minutes is all I need. We can make it quick!"

"You think I only last ten minutes?" Andrew's face darkened.

Natasha gave him a flirtatious wink and giggled. "You're right. You need at least thirty minutes."

"Wrong—one-hour minimum," Andrew corrected before making his escape.

Before she could respond, he darted out the door, unwilling to let the sultry widow trap him any further. Natasha had been alone far too long, and her unrestrained hunger was impossible to ignore.

As Andrew fl